Excitedly she bought a hot mocha coffee
and sat happily down.
Wondering how long her boyfriend would be
in the cafe in town.
An hour passed now sipping a cold drink
where was he she began to think?

Her mobile stayed quiet no calls or messages
she patiently waited there.
Considering another drink beginning to worry
he had always contacted!
If there was a problem he would get in touch
she did love him so much.

Customers came in and went while she sat
in the end she left.
Tim was angry his car did not want to start
when he left work.
Knowing he was meeting Gill tried to ring.
mobile lost an odd thing!

Being quiet near he ran stopped by a mate
who kept him talking.
At last arriving at the cafe Gill had gone
felt really deflated.
Decided to have a latte coffee take a break
his love was not fake.

An important date had a question to ask
would she marry him.
Checked the ring was safely in his pocket
sitting a little fed up.
A tap on his shoulder Gill had come back
his plans were on track.

It was a lovely proposal and Gill said Yes.

The Foureyed Poet.

The desk sergeant sat at the front desk
in a small police station.
A slow day near the end of the shift
in a small rural town.
Close to a sprawling national park
outside just getting dark.

The young man walked up to the counter
holding a metallic strip.
He looked at the unidentified material
what have you got there son?
Asking as in front of him it was placed
wondering what he faced!

Found it while out walking on open ground
saw something fiery fall!
A bang a flash from the skies a craft fell
he said in a story like way.
The policeman puzzled he heard no sound
when was this thing found?

A few days ago on the other side of the moors
the lad reluctantly said.
Suspicious still the officer doubted the story
cautiously touching it.
There was a strong electrical charge up his arm
pulling back with alarm!

I do not believe your story now tell me the truth
where did this come from?
There was fear in the lads eyes as he owned up
admitting he stole it.
A week before from a friends garden shed
drawn by a loud hum in his head!


It was not a metal from this planet he was sure
knowing it was important.
How long it had been there he could not say
but was omitting a signal.
He was going to keep it but became petrified
with that noise humming inside!

The lad went quiet backed away turned and ran
hands on his ears!
Alone the policeman began to hear the sound
getting louder in his head!
Leaving his post intent on ringing the Inspector
a flash no building any more!

An enquiry followed no explanation for the blast
a mystery forever cast!

The young man nobody had seen or heard of him
missing to was the unidentified material!

The Foureyed Poet.

How can this be allowed for our people
worked all their lives.
Trying to save for their own retirement
and reap the rewards.
They labour hard and toil over the years
finding they can't as it nears!

Eroded away the money they thought was safe
wrongly by employers.
Government changes depleting their nest eggs
then having to work longer.
Pensions worth far less than they'd expected
many retirements affected!

Placed on the stock market by speculators
too much squandered.
As it's not their own money to fritter away
to get it will take longer.
Not able to retire on the original date
some may not last the wait!

Unaffected are the wealthy usual story
they never lose out.
Richer by the day without any idea
from their high perch.
Viewing the masses in total disarray
gloating it makes their day!

The Foureyed Poet.

Deep blue that's how I remember
and the sound of the sea.
Warmth on my face smell the salt
as the tide roles in.
Gently running over your feet
that moment so sweet.

Lovely memories lasted for a while
as on the golden sand.
A body mutilated washed ashore
the beauty now faded!
Hearing screams from the still sea
shocked who could it be?

A vague shape was waving frantically
glancing at the corpse!
Then again at the desperate victim
no choice I had to try!
And save them with no hesitation
but plenty of consternation.

Nearing the victim thrashing in the sea
with difficulty held them.
Bringing them slowly back to the shore
exhausted we made it.
The young woman traumatized and weak
whimpering unable to speak!

Later I found out it was her dad who died
she'd fallen out of a boat.
He jumped in to save her bitten by a shark
lucky I was there.
Glad we never suffered the same awful fate
something I often debate!

The Foureyed poet.

There is just so much anybody can take
treated with no respect.
How could you be that utterly rude
what was said I did accept.
I'm really an ordinary sort of chap
whose in a bit of a flap.

Met you as a friend totally happy at that
didn't see your true colours.
Thought I had money you were nice
asking for small amounts.
Which like a fool I willingly gave
becoming your money slave!

It was a one way relationship it seemed
there was no intent!
Paying for meals and drinks every day
until you wanted twenty grand!
Then the reason for wanting to know me
as last I clearly could see.

The days I admit are more lonely again
your reasons no need to explain!

I heard you'd moved onto the next victim!

The Foureyed Poet.

Why did I ever think that you cared
as upon your face I stared.
Saying you never had any feelings
just a bloke that's all.
Never had any intentions to call
but I had seen her out.
At that time I just didn't know
that was the truth.
Deep inside though I really knew
what a full I'd become.
Becoming your personal clown
my life you brought down!

The Foureyed Poet.

My recollection of that unbelievable incident
on the site of an earth fort.
Deep in the English countryside an event
from then an answer I sought.
Climbing away from the cities and towns
coming gently onto the downs.

Fresh and silent a shimmering haze on the hills
your lungs fill with clean air.
Nobody else was around as dusk approached
walking in space without time.
Beginning to feel light headed and chilled
an energy was distilled!

A sensation of floating a vision began to shape
soldiers on horseback and on foot.
Glittering army and flowing deep red long capes
within touching distance.
Romans silently moving in glorious formation
heading to a long passed destination!

As quickly as they appeared to me gone
back into the past.
Not afraid it was like being in a realistic dream
awaking with a satisfied smile.
Leaving me with an incredible new belief
no need to feel grief.

That maybe there was life beyond this one
living on after death!
Coming back to my daily mundane existence
recounting the images.
That I had truly felt was a real fulfilling sight
leaving me with such delight!

So much we have yet to learn from our mysterious world!

The Foureyed Poet.